Quotes About Chance

Your lot in life? A lot is something you draw, like straws. It's chance. You didn't get this life by chance. You chose it on purpose. If you're dissatisfied from it, you can change it.

Papa always said you make your own luck. And maybe you do.

Heads, I kiss you. Tails, you kiss me. And either way, it means something.

The world is the board, Heiress. We just have to keep rolling the dice.

You don't have to kiss me now. You don't have to love me now, Heiress. But when you're ready...When you're ready, if you're ever ready, if it's going to be me - just flip that disk. Heads, I kiss you. Tails, you kiss me. And either way, it means something.

A very risky gamble.

I guess that's what happens," Jameson said, his eyes never leaving mine as his lips curled upward, "when you take a very risky gamble.

Heads I kiss you, tails you kiss me. Either way, it means something.

Een zeer riskante gok.

Tara grinned. "Funny how things work out

It's only when I'm awake that I think about dying. I love the thrill of impending, weightless doom Someday. You are all the colours in one, at full brightness. ..the ones who didn't make it and never had a chance. I'm disappearing. Maybe I'm already gone. It's not what you take. It's what you leave.

She came out in a cold sweat when she thought about the future, saying she felt like a coin someone had tossed in the air that might land heads or tails depending on how the pavement lay.

Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.

Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village, Sauntered as soft away! So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago.

We may not get do-overs in life, but we can always have fresh starts and new beginnings.

There are people and places and events that lead you to your final relationship, people and places and events you'd prefer to forget or at least gloss over. In the end, you can slap a pretty label on it- like serendipity or fate. Or you can believe that it's just the random way life unfolds.

In the end, you can slap a pretty label on it—like serendipity or fate. Or you can believe that it's just the random way life unfolds.

Perhaps there is no providence, no fate, no grand plan, she thinks now. Perhaps we dig our own traps and lie down in them.

Fate was faceless, life arbitrary, a tale told by an idiot.

Well – fortune favours the bold!

The lucky ones hit partitions and went straight through. The unlucky ones collided with solid cinderblock walls. Things broke. Not the cinderblocks

There was nothing in Holly Short's future but death. Her current future. But the future could be changed.

Events do not just happen, but arrive by appointment.

Lucky is the man who dies at work.